Dark walls were barely illuminated by lanterns, which seemed to float in the air. A boy walked with purpose, followed by five men in dark robes. He was dressed in a black shirt and a purple robe. His black pants clung to his figure as he continued to lightly walk forward.

The boy hummed, completely opposite to his dark, eerie surroundings. The men, however, blended right in. Their faces were stoic, while the boy switched to another tune.

The man on his right opened his mouth slightly before receiving a warning pat from one of his comrades. They conversed silently through their eyes before the man hesitantly opened his mouth again.

"Master Callous," he said, careful with his wording, as the other four men stared on at his brave attempt. "A-Are you sure you-" he gulped slightly, "Want to continue with the procedure? I-" he bit his tongue, not risking anymore.

"Of course," said the boy cheerfully. "Don't you think I would have gone back if I had changed my mind? How silly of you, Dran."

The man nodded and retreated. The man next to him patted his back.

After a while, they reached a hollowed-out place underground. It was the size of two football fields, and there were stone seats around the amphitheater look-alike. There were thousands in the crowd, cheering. The deafening sound only got louder as the boy walked into the underground theater from the tunnel.

There was a person on the elevated ground in the middle. On closer look, it wasn't exactly a person. It was a black smoke cloud shaped like a human on the top and floated away like a ghost on the bottom. The boy walked next to the humanoid figure and said, "Thank you, announcer."

The announcer excitedly spoke. "Welcome your prince, Lord CALLOUS!"

The screaming got louder.

As the boy, who was now receiving chants of his name, stepped on an even elevated ground in the center of the stage, he started muttering a spell. A green aura started floating around him, and people "oohed". It gave a slight whiff of medicine, like the liquid your mother would put on you so you would fall asleep.

After the green aura had become so intoxicating that some people had even drooped off, Lord Callous opened his mouth.

But it wasn't his voice that spoke.

It was the voice of the forbidden prophecy.